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Ulysses

STEPHEN: Addressed her in vocative feminine.
Probably neuter. Ungenitive.
VOICES: No, he didn’t. I seen him. The girl there. He
was in Mrs Cohen’s. What’s up? Soldier and civilian.

CISSY CAFFREY: I was in company with the soldiers
and they left me to do—you know, and the young man
run up behind me. But I’m faithful to the man that’s
treating me though I’m only a shilling whore.
STEPHEN: (Catches sight of Lynch’s and Kitty’s heads)
Hail, Sisyphus. (He points to himself and the others) Poetic.
Uropoetic.
VOICES: Shes faithfultheman.
CISSY CAFFREY: Yes, to go with him. And me with
a soldier friend.
PRIVATE COMPTON: He doesn’t half want a thick
ear, the blighter. Biff him one, Harry.
PRIVATE CARR: (To Cissy) Was he insulting you
while me and him was having a piss?
LORD TENNYSON: (Gentleman poet in Union Jack
blazer and cricket flannels, bareheaded, flowingbearded) Theirs
not to reason why.
PRIVATE COMPTON: Biff him, Harry.
STEPHEN: (To Private Compton) I don’t know your
name but you are quite right. Doctor Swift says one man

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